What message is needed when heart speaks to heart?

Happiness is your nature. It is not wrong to desire it. What is wrong is seeking it outside when it is inside.

The question 'Who am I?' is not really meant to get an answer, the question 'Who am I?' is meant to dissolve the questioner.

Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.

Why should you trouble yourself about the future? You do not even properly know about the present. Take care of the present, the future will take care of itself.

Thoughts come and go. Feelings come and go. Find out what it is that remains.

Your true nature is that of infinite spirit. The feeling of limitation is the work of the mind.

Your own Self-Realization is the greatest service you can render the world.

If one's mind has peace, the whole world will appear peaceful.

All unhappiness is due to the ego. With it comes all your trouble. If you would deny the ego and scorch it by ignoring it you would be free.

No one succeeds without effort... Those who succeed owe their success to perseverance.

I ate some emotional soup in my childhood and have spent a lifetime trying to digest it.

We are sisters. We are brothers. We are family.

Yesterday is the history chapter in the book of life, isn't it time you turned the page?

The first revolt is against the supreme tyranny of theology, of the phantom of God. As long as we have a master in heaven, we will be slaves on earth.

Surely human affairs would be far happier if the power in men to be silent were the same as that to speak.

Let's borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.

We are trained to ask "What's wrong and how we fix it?" Instead, start by asking - "What works, what have we got, what's possible and who cares?"

The burden becomes light that is shared by love.

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.

I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant. Now we reckon them as bank-days, by some debt which is to be paid us, or which we are to pay, or some pleasure we are to taste.